The Billionaire's Obsession; Her Toxic Desires.

WARNING: This book contains a ridiculous amount of steamy scenes. Please don't read if you can't stand smut, thank you and enjoy the ride!

Caityln's pov.

It's closing time already, but somehow I can't bring myself to leave, not while he's still in his office. He's a workaholic, what else should I expect? He spends more time on his laptop than a squirrel does gathering nuts. He probably will come out and walk out on me like I am not even here, but I don't care, I just want a glance at him.

Zayn Morrison, my hot boss. He's the man I can't seem to get enough of, the man that constantly raids my dreams, leaving me wet every time I wake up, the man I shamelessly gaze at, despite being a married woman.

Yes, I am married, not that it's much of a marriage anymore anyway. My husband, Mason, has become a stranger, a total opposite of the man I fell in love with two years ago. I thought he was the love of my life, my life finally had purpose after meeting him. But he turned out to be a chronic cheat and an arrogant bastard!

Yet, I can't bring myself to leave him. I am an orphan, I have nothing and nobody, just him and this job of mine. I don't know where I'd go if I left Mason. His nonchalance towards me pushed me into the hole that I do not wish to get up from- my boss's secret admirer.

"Yes, I am on my way home."

I hear his voice and my heart flutters. It's soft, and yet so commanding. His tone is mirthless, he is known to be a strict man, so I expect nothing less. I hear the door creak open, and my chest clenches in expectancy.

There he is.. my six feet heartthrob. His perfectly chiseled chin, his gorgeous brown hair, and those honey brown eyes that I always get lost in. He is built like an Alpha, domineering in every way, a man never to be messed with. Despite the rumors of him being the devil himself, I still find myself attracted to him.

"Aren't you going home today?" I jolt out of my thoughts at his words. Is he talking to me?

"S-sir?" My lips quiver.

"Are you planning to spend the night here? My company is not a hotel for stranded hippies."

I swallow the lump in my throat, staring at him and being at a loss for words. He thrives by putting others down, a character that I have never found attractive.

"No sir, I will leave immediately." I lower my gaze, my palms getting sweaty.

He strides over to me, the strong scent of his lavender and coffee cologne hitting my nostrils as he gets closer. He stops right in front of me, barely inches away, and I can feel his gaze heavily on me.

"You know, it's not nice for a young lady to be out